Unlike most of the celebs passing through, Amare could actually pass for a blogger. And we mean that in a good way.

Maybe it’s the V-neck/fedora combo, which makes him seem like a well-heeled but traditional newspaperman. Or the way the tweedy touches play with NBA-standard affectations like the sleeve tattoo or the Rolex. Either way, he fit right in with the first row—which is quite a feat for an NBA man. Now where’s his GQ cover?